Page 44 of The Firebrand
“Fuck me, Rein.”
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Reingot a whiff of his sister before the knock on the door.
“Yum, human.” He knew Elisabeta was smiling on the other side, aware of what she was interrupting.
“Get the hell out of here.” Rein released Braelyn, spun her, and shielded her from view in case Elisabeta was stupid enough to enter. But she stayed outside.
“Oops, brother. I don’t think you’re allowed to keep her as a pet. And you are such a stickler for the rules. Soldier on. I’m out of here.” Her giggles echoed down the hallway.
Rein stiffened, but he stepped away from Braelyn, who grasped the counter, her knuckles white, her knees trembling.
What the fuck!
His dick was hard, and he still wanted it along with his fangs buried in this female.
When he had walked into the bathroom, his resolve from last night vanished in a snap. As she leaned across the sink to look into the mirror, his shirt did not hide her long legs or the shape of her sweet ass.
Can’t happen.
He heard the front door close when Elisabeta left the house. A glance at Braelyn had his cock twitching again, but at least he was thinking more clearly. Sex with the human was a complication. She was here because of him. His responsibility. He doubted Kole would be happy if he fucked her. Even less so if he drained her blood while humping her.
Rein stepped further away from Braelyn, retrieved his shirt, and threw it at her.
Damn.I must be crazy. She’s my Achilles Heel, my fast track to unchecked frenzy.
“Out of the bathroom. Now.” His body twitched, his jaw clamped tight, and his skin crawled.
Breathe. Breathe. Control.
Clutching his T-shirt, Braelyn ran out as Rein smashed a fist into the mirror. His hard-on wasn’t going away. So, he did the only thing he could.
He gripped his shaft, pumping it. Picturing Braelyn on her knees, her lips wrapped around him. She sucked, taking him to the back of her throat, her breasts bobbing, while he drove into her, holding her head steady with each deep thrust.Yeah, that’s what I want.He ground his fist up, down. Faster, faster. Harder, harder. Stifling a loud moan, he came.
Rein loved sex, the release it brought while he fed, fangs in a vein. But his cock did not lead him around on a leash. Time to show it who’s boss.
He showered, brushed his teeth, ran a hand over his close-cropped military cut. Looking into the cracked mirror, he reminded himself that he controlled the situation. He’d dump the human somehow. After that, he’d find a female more his type, one who didn’t generate this wild response, and screw for two days. Long hair, big jugs. Quiet.
Yeah, that was the solution.
But a tall, spiky-haired Earther with freckles kept popping into his mind.
Fuck.
In his bedroom, he opened the closet, choosing black tactical pants, T-shirt, and well-worn boots. Clothed and with his control restored, he spied Braelyn on the bed, her back to him, her shoulders hunched.
Before Rein charged out of the room, his D-chip alerted him to a call from Chay. He tapped his wrist, listened, growled. Yep. He disconnected. “Get dressed. We’ve got somewhere to go.”
Chay had told him to report to the Elysian Isle, but he couldn’t leave Braelyn alone.
She crossed her arms. “I … I have to talk about what happened. I’m not the kind of woman who throws herself at a man. So, I can’t pretend everything’s fine.”
“Sure you can, babe, because I’m not a man. Besides, I don’t talk about shit. Especially since there’ll be no repeat performance.” Rein jammed his brass-handled Dolch short sword into a belt sheath, tying it down on his leg.
“Yeah? That’s what you keep saying. But dumb me”—she smacked her head—“just keeps letting stuff happen.”
“Lose the guilt, Brae. You couldn’t stop shit if I wanted it to happen.”
